CONFIDENT IN THE FACT THAT SHE’S GOT HER OWN
Photo credit: Google images It was 7:45pm when I pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket. Subconsciously I turned the keys in the ignition to kill the engine of the car as I opened the car door ready to come down and walk towards the entrance of the supermarket. Idly opening the pigeon hole on the dashboard, I got out my wallet containing my bank debit cards, then made sure the car was properly locked before I made my way towards the guard placed at the supermarket’s entrance door who also served as a doorman. Inside the supermarket, the first thing I felt was the chill of the air conditioning. Standing just a few feet away from the door, I looked around. At the uniformed staffs of the supermarket, at the few customers hovering about different aisle and shelves, at the checkout section and the small queue of customers waiting to make payment for their purchases; turning left and heading for the alcohol section, I dug in my pocket and got out my earphones, plugged them i